The situation was critical. The screen of light where Lan Lan and Ahu were was flashing viciously and looked as if it was about to shatter. It might not be able to last for more than a few breaths before it completely disappeared.
Once it disappeared, then to the boy and girl who were not even Fledgling Shamans, it would be so fragile that it would shatter at the slightest touch. Similarly, the Spirit of Nine Yin was also facing a life-threatening crisis. With his power as a Latter Shaman, he was struggling under the strange, gigantic eyeball, and by the looks of it, he was in incredible pain. The crack in the eyeball was continuously pulling him closer, as if it wanted to devour him.
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. Without any hesitation, he charged out like lightning. His clone and puppet followed closely behind him and charged towards Lan Lan and Ahu. At the same time, the mark of the crimson dragon on Su Ming's arm shone. A low roar reverberated in all directions, and the crimson dragon manifested swiftly. With a swing of its gigantic head, it charged towards the Spirit of Nine Yin, who was being pulled closer by the eyeball, and swung its head horizontally.
Su Ming's speed reached its peak, but almost the instant he charged towards them, the screen of light around Lan Lan and Ahu shattered with a bang under the piercing cries of the white figures. It turned into a large amount of shards that scattered in all directions, and the white figures pounced on it.
Su Ming's expression was dark. The clone beside him let out a low growl and disappeared in an instant. When it reappeared, the screen of light shattered and the white-robed figures pounced on it. As despair filled Lan Lan's face, the space before her distorted, and Su Ming's clone walked out. At the instant he did so, he formed a seal with his right hand and struck the air before him.
The fog around them immediately started tumbling rapidly, as if a great force had exploded outwards from Su Ming's clone's palm. As a violent boom rang in the air, the white figures pouncing on them let out a piercing howl. When the force of impact crashed into them, they froze in midair for a moment before falling back.
Su Ming's clone did not hesitate. With a swing of his arm, he swept up Lan Lan and Ahu and immediately retreated. The remaining white figures by his side let out piercing howls as well. Just as they were about to rush over, due to the clone's timely assistance, Su Ming managed to buy himself the most crucial time. Almost at the instant the clone brought Lan Lan and Ahu back, Su Ming closed in on them like a violent gust of wind.
The Poison Corpse Puppet also came along.
Su Ming's face was filled with killing intent. At the instant he closed in, he clenched his left hand into a fist and hurled it towards the white figure. He was so quick that the white figure did not even have time to dodge, and Su Ming's fist rammed into his body.
His body immediately shattered into pieces and turned into a mist that floated backwards before gathering together again. The same thing happened to the poison corpse puppet.
"Vengeful spirit?" Su Ming let out a cold harrumph and flipped his left hand over. Immediately, a dark light shone around his body and Han Mountain Bell manifested. Once the bell appeared, as Su Ming formed a seal and pointed at it, the illusion of the Nine-Headed Dragon manifested around the bell. The moment the nine-headed beast appeared, it immediately let out a roar.
As it roared, the white figures shuddered and did not dare get closer. Instead, they quickly tried to escape into the fog, but killing intent appeared on Su Ming's face. Once he formed a few seals with his hands, the sixth head of the Nine-Headed Dragon opened its mouth and sucked in a sharp breath in the direction of the white figures.
With that one breath, the white figures immediately turned into wisps of fog as they trembled. As if they could not control themselves, they were sucked into the Nine-Headed Dragon's mouth and devoured straight away. The sixth head even chewed a few times, looking as if it was tasty.
At that moment, the Spirit of Nine Yin had a dazed and struggling look on his face. He looked as if he was about to be devoured by the gigantic eyeball, but a huge force charged into his body as the crimson dragon's head rammed into him. From the distance, his body looked as if it was pushed away by the crimson dragon's head, causing him to be forced out of the strange Soul Catcher's body.
At the same time it knocked away the Spirit of Nine Yin, the crimson dragon let out a low roar towards the eyeball. It lifted its claw and swiped at the eyeball, but the instant it was about to touch it, gray fog surrounded the eyeball, and the instant the crimson dragon clawed at it, the fog instantly turned transparent and disappeared without a trace, causing the crimson dragon's claw to miss. It landed on the ground, causing the ground to tremble.
All of this might have seemed to have happened over a long period of time, but in truth, only several dozens of breaths had passed since Su Ming and the others were ambushed. As the white figures were devoured by the Nine-Headed Dragon and the gigantic eyeball disappeared, the area returned to silence.
The fog that had been swept away by Su Ming's club just now slowly surged towards them from all directions, as if it wanted to drown this place once again.
The Spirit of Nine Yin crawled up from the ground and yanked off his helmet. His face was dark, and there was anger in his eyes, along with deep wariness.
The Spirit of Nine Yin cast Su Ming a glance and said languidly, "You Shamans did not keep to your promise. This time, when you came to our world, you must have surpassed the limit of the seal, which is why the seal was broken one after another, causing the abnormalities in the Sacred Nine Yin's skeleton … That eyeball just now doesn't possess any powerful divine abilities, but its Soul Catcher ability is definitely not something a normal person can possess. That is the Sacred Nine Yin's second eye!"
"I was the one who rented you with the Scattering Dusts, and I was also the one who saved your life just now," Su Ming said calmly.
The Spirit of Nine Yin fell silent, then laughed wryly after some time.
"You mentioned the Sacred Nine Yin just now?" Su Ming put away his spiked club and turned his head around to look at the pale Lan Lan and Ahu. He swept his gaze across the area before his eyes eventually landed on the gigantic skeleton a thousand feet away.
"The skeleton you're looking at right now is the Sacred Nine Yin's corpse, which is also the Candle Dragon you Shamans speak of. I had a feeling that something was off just now, and by the looks of it now, that white figure was formed from the vengeful souls of the enemies the Sacred Nine Yin killed in the past.
"As for the beast claw that appeared in the fog, it was formed from the rotting flesh on the Sacred Nine Yin's body … You Shamans broke the seal on this place in the past, causing the Sacred Nine Yin's will to spread out. In fact, you even tried to take it away, but once you realized that you could not do it, you used it to let the younger generation of the Shaman Tribe sense its will, and that was how the so-called Soul Catchers were born.
"Then you went to my tribe and sealed this place and some other places together, but these seals might seem sturdy, but they're actually very weak. Once a ripple of power that's equivalent to an End Shaman's appears in this place, it will shatter … This one doesn't count," the Spirit of Nine Yin said languidly as he cast a glance at the crimson dragon.
Su Ming looked at the gigantic skeleton that was ten thousand feet tall. Most of it had rotted away, but there was not a hint of a rotten stench coming from it. After a moment of pensive silence, Su Ming walked closer to it.
Lan Lan and Ahu quickly followed behind him. The Spirit of Nine Yin cast a wary glance at his surroundings before he also followed.
The crimson dragon floated low in the air with sparkling eyes as it looked at its surroundings cautiously. The presence in this place made it incredibly uncomfortable, and the gigantic skeleton gave it a feeling that made it feel incredibly oppressed.
As the group got closer, the fog around them slowly spread towards them, causing the area around them to gradually become indistinct once again. Su Ming stopped beside the gigantic skeleton.
"Stay here and get close to the skeleton. Sense the Candle Dragon's will. Whether you can successfully activate the Soul Catchers will depend on your serendipity." Su Ming looked at the Candle Dragon's carcass for a moment before he spoke to Lan Lan and Ahu unhurriedly.
The boy and girl might be afraid, but they still nodded their heads firmly. The two of them held hands and sat down cross-legged. They closed their eyes and quietly circulated the weak blood in their bodies according to the method their Patriarch had taught them.
Su Ming did not know how long the boy and girl would need. Once he ordered the Spirit of Nine Yin to protect them and the crimson dragon to fend off the attacks around them, he leaped into the air and rushed into the fog above them, appearing on the gigantic Candle Dragon's carcass.
As he stood there, Su Ming could see the shadow of the Candle Dragon's carcass stretching endlessly into the fog in the distance, and he could not see the end of it.
In fact, if he looked over, he would have the misconception that the Candle Dragon's carcass in the fog was like a path that led to an unknown place.
It was also only when he stood there that he could smell a faint, faintly discernible stench spreading out from the Candle Dragon's carcass.
Su Ming's heart trembled slightly. This was the biggest ferocious beast he had ever seen in his memories. Just the physical body of this beast alone was enough to make people tremble.
He could not imagine what sort of power in the world would be able to kill this beast besides its life coming to an end.
'Perhaps it has indeed come to an end, and that's why it chose to die here … 'Su Ming looked into the endless depths, and once again, he sensed that there were far too many powers and resources in the world that he did not know of.
Compared to these things, a feeling of being insignificant rose in his heart.
Su Ming sighed. Just as he was about to leave and return to Lan Lan and Ahu's side, his footsteps suddenly came to a halt. The ancient voice that had existed in his ears previously echoed once again.
"The Candle Dragon Tribe will not die and will not perish … If the world crumbles, our tribe will not crumble. If the universe decays, our tribe will not perish … In my long life, I have devoured ninety-seven worlds, and I have devoured more than one billion lives … When I open my eyes, I can make any part of the sky light up because of me …
"When I close my eyes, I can make that darkness cover my entire world … In my life, I have devoured three descendants of my tribe … so that my life would increase … They … willingly …
"This is how the Candle Dragon Tribe grows … My child, you will be …" That voice echoed in the air, and as buzzing sounds rang in Su Ming's head, the strange snake let out a shrill screech from Han Mountain Bell that he had put away. The sorrow in that screech made Su Ming's heart clench in pain.
The grief in that voice would give off the feeling of a wanderer who could not find his home, only to have his flesh and blood devoured by his family once he found them. It was an indescribable grief.
The strange snake lay in Han Mountain Bell, trembling and hissing nonstop …
A freezing glare shone in Su Ming's eyes. In silence, he leaped down from the Candle Dragon's carcass and landed on the land shrouded in fog.
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